THE KINGBIRD. 



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turer years is to enforce his imperium over some chosen domain of bush and field. 

 If he does lord it oxer the underlings and villeins of his realm it is only that they 

 may humbly ac- knowledge his sway 



and applaud him, .^^^r^^^^ll^^^^W^ ^ ie se ' t " a PP omt ed 



champion of ^^^tt \ W "^^u^^^^H ^fc^^^^ the defense- 



less, as he S 4^^ m \ ^^, protects 



Photo by R. F. Griggs 



A YOUNG TYRANT— THE LAST OF THE BROOD. 



them from the attacks of all infidel Hawks, Crows, and Jays. Who has not 

 seen him as he quits his high perch in the elm sapling and hurries forward, 

 choking with vengeful utterance, to meet and chastise some murderous Hawk, 

 who before any other foe is brave? Down comes the avenger! The Hawk 

 shies with a guttural cry of rage and terror, while a little puff of feathers 

 scatters on the air to tell of the tyrant's success. Again and again the quick- 

 punishment falls, until the tiny scourge desists and returns, shaking with shrill 

 laughter, to give his mate a highly-colored account of his adventure. 



When the "King of Rome" was born Napoleon caused a hundred guns to 

 sound. When the twenty-second cannon boomed and the people knew it was 

 a boy, hats flew up and 'the streets of the gay French capital rang with ap- 



